Flanagan Clan

When Patrick got his first tooth, he was 8 months old. He hadn’t been particularly fussy, so I didn’t even know that he had gotten and of his teeth until Grandma Flanagan happened to take a look in his little mouth, and there it was!

My Sammy is an entirely different story. He’s been FUSSY. And today he was particularly fussy. He wouldn’t take his nap this afternoon, and his crying was really angry sounding. Sammy is a lot fussier than Patrick ever was, but he usually doesn’t sound angry when he cries. But today he did. Finally I got tired of trying to coax him to sleep in his swing and went to see what was wrong. I stuck my finger in his mouth and immediately felt something sharp. There they were… not one, but TWO sharp little teeth poking out of his gums. I immediately ran upstairs to grab the Ora-gel and Tylenol to try to cut down the pain, but he’s still really fussy. He’s not a happy baby today. I stuck a teething ring in the freezer. Hopefully he’ll like the feeling of that. Patrick was never, ever fussy when he was teething, so I don’t know exactly how best to make my little Sammy happy. I really hope he’s feeling better by tomorrow, because he’s scheduled to get his professional pictures from Yuen Lui.

Along our fence in our backyard we have a row of tall arborvitae growing. They are a wonderful way to block noise, as well as a lovely visual barrier from the neighbors. This past week Patrick figured out that there was a small path between the “arbies” and the fence, and was having a wonderful time hiding from Mommy and Daddy. It was nearly impossible to see him until you got really close to the bushes and started looking intently. Here’s a few pictures of him enjoying his new hiding spot!

I posted this poem on this blog last February, but I really felt like posting it again. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare sonnets. Over the years I have had several friends who dealt with relationship and marital problems, and sometimes it seemed that what it came down to was that their relationships were based on lust. They were only really physically attracted to each other, and that was all. At the first sign of trouble, these relationships became severally damaged or collapsed. Love is something much, much deeper than that. This sonnet says it all.

Andrew just bought me a new MacBook, and among the other things that my spiffy new computer comes with, is a built in camera and program that allows us to take funny pictures. We’ve been having a blast taking weird, distorted pictures. Here’s just a sampling of what we’ve been able to do!

“Thermal” picture

Andrew shrunk and I became a Siamese twin

Andrew’s big eye

Doesn’t this look like a movie cover?

I’ve sorta gained a lot of weight since Christmas…. ;o)

Jonny’s head has gotten much longer!

Patrick likes the camera too!

Ever since I bought these shirts, while I was pregnant with Sammy, I’ve been looking forward to getting some pictures of Patrick and his little brother. Sammy is finally big enough to fit his, so I had a lot of fun taking pictures of the boys this morning. Here are just a few of the many shots I got!!!!